" Quit squirming." Lucifer's voice coming on strong and assertive, his fingers wrapped around Mammon's chin as he eyed him. "After all, I went through such trouble to truss you up in my red room of pain. We have a lot to get through." // from luci TAKE IT AS YOU WILL. :D
ERIÍ S̡ȨD Ňs̡ihĚt llaĚś ĚhĚt̸iwĚĄ ÍdÍ nĚĄa̧ - -
   A foolâs derisive breath hitched at the throat, causing otherwise arrogant tenors to catch in a nervous choke that he quickly swallowed in favor of fearful rebellion.       Toned musculature that strained, but uselessly, against velvet bonds, and only momentarily, freezing the instant contact was made.⌠if he refused eye contact, would the result be more dire?                     If he complied, would he be released early? (Was he truly a masochist, for the way his heart currently beat as though to drums of war?)     Either route was available, and his own PRIDE was something easily cast aside in favor of personal gain.      Crimson washed fallow flesh the colour of frustration, as bichromatic pools finally shifted to become engrossed in the elder SINâs abyss.
                 âAinât this a little much?         I thought yaâ said I was cute? I ainât gonna do a damn cute thing like thisâŚÂ                 Not⌠not if yaâ keep this up, yanno I ainât ashamed of any of it. ⌠ESPECIALLY IF YAâ KEEP SHOWINâ ME ALL MY EXPIRED AUCTIONS!            JUST LET ME RE-UP THEM! CâMON, LUCI, THIS SUCKS!â
                               ;;DEEĚśRG ĚśruoĚĄy ll̸a ÍsĚśkrĚľaÍpĚĄsĚ ÍtaĚhtÍ Ě˘gniÍht yrĚśeÍvÍ ehÍt Íe͢bÍ oĚ´t ÍtĚnÍa̸w IÍ Ě¨